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There is a woman seated at the bar.

She looks comfortably settled, and very engrossed in her meal.

This could not be farther from the truth.

Talk to her, if you like.

She doesn't bite.

Better to keep a close watch on her hands.

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A bridge? That doesn't sound too terribly daunting-- even if there's a troll beneath, like in one of the stories.

"Why?"

Hunter shrugs.

"It is a good place to be afraid of the dark."

"Only if there's something in it."

Or nothing to breathe.

Hunter smiles.

"That would be why."

Her eyes widen very slightly.

"Something real?"

Hunter nods, still smiling fiercely.

"Every nightmare that ever was, since we lived in caves, is in that darkness. And that is one of the lesser things, in the Underside. People cross it every day. Some actually come out the other side."

Antigone isn't smiling.

When she was a child, she would crawl into Nurse's lap and cling to her until her nightmares went away. Stronger than the void under her bed, stronger than the sinister rustlings from the closet ... Antigone did make a crossing, of a sort, from nightmare into day, but it wasn't real then.

"That would be something, then."

Hunter nods.

"Yes."

Antigone's fingers are cold on her mug now, probably because her tea is also cold. Rabbit could warm it, most likely, were he here. This makes her scowl.

Hunter just looks at her.

"Tea is troublesome? I wouldn't have guessed that."

"When it's cold," she replies ~~sulkily~~. "It's too cold for cold tea."

"Get more."

She nods toward Bar.

"It's simple enough."

"Didn't want to waste it."

Hunter shrugs.

"Drink it faster, then. It's easy enough."

She scowls.

"Yes."

Hunter smirks.

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